The White Stripes are gods among Rock Stars. Meg should be my first wife. If I ever go for a guy it would be Jack White.

So the concert started with a band with one good song that I don’t care to remember. Moving right along.

The Shins.

Buy there album. I would’ve never thought to buy their album if I wasn’t so so impressed by their performance. They are a fun band too. I believe they are from New Mexico which explains why they are so so chill. The lead singer is way too shy to be a front man, so he has the keyboard player/ second guitar/ sometimes bass, talk in his place, which is a very good thing cause the kid is a clown. He was high-larious. They were great.

Next!

And the stage begins to be set up. Everyone is chanting hard. WHITE STRIPES! WHITE STRIPES! WHITE STRIPES! Or was that just me? Hmm…

Anyway Jack and Meg come out and I didn’t faint because I would fall on too many people. Everyone pressed forward, and the music began with thunder. Blue Orchid, and I was singing along with every word. Jumping up and up and up, but never down.

Listen guys, it was amazing. Every drum groove, every riff, the switch to keyboard to grand piano to xylophones to big bongo drums by meg, to Acoustic electric, to the blues shit, that dirty Detroit blues guitar. I shed a tear. Yes I did, and loved every minute. I didn’t even mind all the damn assholes trying to crowd surf. When one came to me I almost dropped him head first but I decided that it would be bad karma.

Jack was all over the stage taking Polaroid’s of himself and throwing them into the crowd. I didn’t get one but I wanted one.

Jack led meg and the stage help like an orchestra. He is the evil genius behind everything on that stage.

They played two long ass sets. They played mostly all of my favorite songs. They didn’t play “We’re going to be friends”, but I understand that the energy didn’t really match the track.

They did play:

Dead leaves and the Dirty Ground

Hotel Yorba

Little room

The same boy you’ve always known

Seven Nation Army

Ball and Biscuit (in its glorious entirety)

Girl, You have no faith in Medicine

The hardest button to button

Blue Orchid

Denial Twist

My Doorbell

The Nurse

Apple Blossom

And at least eight more songs that I don’t remember or didn’t know the name of.

I was so so drained at the end of the show. It felt like I used every single ounce of energy contained in my body. Felt like I had 200 simultaneous, massive, huge, Orgasms and I only wanted to roll over and fall asleep cuddling Jack’s Guitar and Megs drum sticks.

Can it get any more incredible?

I loved it. That was my Sunday.